Writing

My writing has killed me, many times.

It has practically ruined my life.

Yet, writing has saved, and is saving my life.  

I depend on it like you depend on air to breathe.

If I didn't write, I would be a Train Wreck.

The A***** that is loved by many, would be no longer.

She would cease to exist.

I would be nothing.

Writing puts that radiant smile on my face.

Writing brings light to My darkest hours.

As the ides bounce in my head, my pen hits the paper, or my fingers hit the computer keys, and I begin to blossom. 

Whether it is a smiling daisy, or a black rose.

Writing is me.

Writing is who I want to be.

If anything I want to be remembered by what I wrote.

Be it lyrics or whatever.

That is my plan.

I am hoping to fallow through.